Echoing Joy

Although I feel empty,
The crying winds of my ailing soul cool down my blood,
Preventing from boiling over.
Times are tough as I get through it without the human touch,
Why not lift myself off of an edge while I still can?
Before it’s too late…
With enough strength coursing through my body,
I realize that I don’t have to choose death as my inevitable fate.
No matter how bad the pain…

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